Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Greece and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Roxette to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Todd Terry,
Negative Approach,
ABC,
Pantaleimon,
Stereo Dub,
Bang On A Can,
cv313,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cal Tjader,
Sun City Girls,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Warsaw,
Infiniti,
Pussy Galore,
Sonic Youth,
Cameo,
Quando Quango,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Flesh Eaters,
X-Ray Spex,
Tubeway Army,
Public Enemy,
Drexciya,
Lou Reed,
Laurel Aitken,
Marc Almond,
The Pretty Things,
Thee Headcoats,
Fluxion,
Second Layer,
10cc,
Glenn Branca,
Supertramp,
Crooked Eye,
Marvin Gaye,
the Normal,
Eden Ahbez,
8 Eyed Spy,
Black Sheep,
Barrington Levy,
Mantronix,
Max Romeo,
Harry Pussy,
Yaz,
Bronski Beat,
Gong,
Television,
Eli Mardock,
The Human League,
Guru Guru,
Ice-T,
Glambeats Corp.,
Section 25,
Niagra,
The Blues Magoos,
T.S.O.L.,
The Litter,
The Beau Brummels,
The United States of America,
Dennis Brown,
Blancmange,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Deepchord,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.